Jenna’s Cowboy

“Jenna Callahan has a young son and rewarding work on her father’s ranch. She’s content. But she never expected to see Nate Langley back in town–the first guy she noticed, the one her father sent away all those years ago. And she never thought the attraction they felt would be as strong as ever.
Jenna’s cowboy has some healing of his own to do, though, after two tours of duty in the armed forces. With the help of good friends, strong faith, and a loving family, he hopes to put the horrors of the past behind him–and become the man Jenna deserves.”

I got this book for three reasons. One, it started with a J. Two, It was free on ibooks and Amazon. Three, it was a romance novel that talked about PTSD.

So, I expected this book to be amazingly awful in that way that good romance novels are. Instead I got a book that was wholesome and sweet. Not what I was after at all! I like my romance novels to have some fire. This had a lot of prayer.

Jenna is a single mom who is dealing with being left by her pretty emotionally abusive husband when Nate, a soldier who has PTSD, comes back into town. Nate and Jenna don’t know that Nate has PTSD. Over the course of the book Nate and Jenna learn more about how Nate is “damaged” from the war and how to treat it. The answer is of course prayer, since therapy and medications are never helpful for mental health issues.

I did want Jenna and Nate to get together, but they moved fast into marriage. Jenna was Nate’s first kiss, a few months before they got married. That is as steamy as it got. They had a make-out session, but had to stop because no sex before marriage.

This review may sound like I am bashing Christianity, but I mean no offense. Some of my favorite romance novels are Amish. There is a lot to say about a good religious romance novel. Instead of being a good book, this one relied on prayer as a way to solve all issues instead of character development. Religion could have been a tool and a great message, but instead it was used as a crutch.

Overall, this book was kinda lame. It was very much wholesome and pure, and pretty darn boring.